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Cara could hear them now, the murmur of the assembled crowd, the hush of anticipation among them. This was by far the most important job of her career, she could feel butterflies in her stomach, racing about,fighting to distract her from her Zen like calm. She wondered how she could leave an impression on the crowd, what spark would do it. Downing a pint of water like it was nothing she stood and turned from the behind the curtain to the dressing room, Carefully avoiding makeup artists and prima donnas, being a super model sucked sometimes.
Passing towards the dressing room she could hear the other models shuffling about laughing with each other, opening the double door, she crouched, squeezing her frame gingerly through. The talking stopped, as if a leper had entered the room they all stared upwards at her, most with looks of disgust, some hid it well though most showed there feelings clear as day. These people were once her friends, her best friends, friends which she joked and messed around with always the clown. Now there was disgust at what she had become.
Quickly she passed through the gaggle of models as the silence grew, stepping around them most barely coming up to her navel. "Excuse me, sorry! Thank you" she repeated sincerely passing through, each step measured to not cause any damage, she had reached the other side of the room, and began to pass through into her own changing room, "Traitor, bitch" she couldn't make out from the voice but she knew it might as well have been all of them, she paused for a second, she knew she could walk back there and literally crush them all, but these were her friends, with her back turned tears rolled down her eyes, crouching through the door she closed it behind her.
The dressing room was large and spacious with custom sized furniture courteous of Keira Knightley's billions no doubt, she had promised her as much when they had met faced to face, a new life for her new body, sure she loved her new body but it had cost her, her friends. Sitting down on the large reinforced chair which let of an immense groan she carefully wiped the tears from her eyes. Even still it was good to be back to work after so long training and bulking, staring at her figure she had wondered if this new world was worth it, divisions had already begun to appear, some women treated as second class citizens and government legislation trying to be rushed through to limit the sale of myostatin inhibitors. Normal people were scared of the growing numbers of women at this size. looking on the table surface, there was a bowl of inhibitors and growth hormones, with out thinking she took a handful and quickly downed some, licking her lips and rubbing her bicep muscle in anticipation.
Mike had somehow crept in, her regular makeup artist in his hands he held a step ladder, quickly unfolding it "How are we today gorgeous?" She could always count on him to be sincere. "Feeling pretty low today, about, you know... Me" Cara voiced meekly, Mike stepped up the ladder his kit in hand beginning to touch up the imperfections in her skin, though his roll was limited as her overall skin quality had improved dramatically over the months she had been bulking. "You know Car, a lot of the girls are fearing what you've become, but there jealous seething.... A lot say your freaks, but I know for a fact half the girls I speak to one on one want what you've got, Rosie H wants to be Like you more than anything, its all she talks about, she wants to talk to you but she's afraid you aren't you anymore" He intoned nonchalantly applying mascara.
Cara's smile broadened as she listened intently, maybe she wasn't as alone now as she thought, maybe the barbed words were just a small minority. Standing tall and proud she did a double bicep flex with a quick grin, Mike barely came up to her abs, he looked on with a cocked smile "Your first dress is hung up just behind you, well I'm certainly jealous! damn princess you look stunning! Go knock em dead!" With a playful pat on her bum he strolled of to the next girl.
Cara's dress was beyond stunning, her thick muscular hands traced over the fabric, it was beautiful. With the giddiness of a school girl she tore of the clothing she came in. Quickly she admired her huge muscular frame, posing like a pro, pulling funny faces for her amusement her thick bull like neck Puffing out, she growled, huge thighs twitching. "I am one fucking sexy beast!" Cara laughed sticking her tongue out. Taking the silky dress she quickly and carefully begun to pull it over her frame, it was truly form fitting, as the dress reached her hips she watched in the mirror as she seductively let the fabric bounce of her large hips "badom shh!" She added for a effect for a laugh.
"2 minutes Cara!" a stage hand shouted, "COMING!" she bellowed perhaps louder than she had hoped, carefully and still giggling at the power of her voice she placed her hands over her mouth "whoops... coming!" She looked over once at the bowl of pills, slyly looking at the door she downed the whole bowl patting her muscular cobblestone abs. Quickly she adjusted the dress and headed out to the staging area, she begun to mentally prep, getting that trance like cool over her once again. Cara could her the constant shutters of cameras and murmurs louder this time, her whole body begun to ache, greater than it ever had before. "Oh Fuck.." she whispered to herself. "You'll do great Cara, I know you will" looking down near her was a smiling Rosie Huntington-Whiteley who had just come back from the stage, she smiled trying not to cry to smear her makeup, before crouching down to give her a quick hug gentle hug, her ginormous form enveloping her. "Get out there, your up!" she laughed.
Cara began to walk out on stage as she had 100 times before, the crowd fell silent, all eyes were on her now, time went to a stand still. Out of the corners of her eyes she could see the crowds on both sides were judging her with there eyes, disgusted expressions on some. However facing the catwalk entrance the 'statins' sat huge muscular women taking up large portions of space, intent to see the first real 'super' model take up there banner evidently. She could see Keira at the back, like the queen presiding over her court, she was truly gargantuan. walking forward each step shook even the reinforced stage, confidently she made it to the other end, turning around she could see that her steps had splintered even the reinforced stage, she did a sly smile for a split second before stomping back the way she came, each step she could feel all the inhibitors and hormones she had ingested getting to work, her muscle fibre's getting denser and thicker, each step doing more and more damage to the stage crunching and tearing and rending it to pieces till she got to the end doing a quick pivot to survey what she had wrought. Camera shutters started going berserk in a flutter of flashes, the norms looked on in disgust and horror, the statin's burst into cheers and applause. "Now that's how you leave a fucking impression!" she laughed.
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Again a lot of blending going on in this continuation of New Dawn.
Story as usual is written by my friend, who also pushed me to make Cara even bigger then I originally had done.
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Some other new dawn pieces:
Passing towards the dressing room she could hear the other models shuffling about laughing with each other, opening the double door, she crouched, squeezing her frame gingerly through. The talking stopped, as if a leper had entered the room they all stared upwards at her, most with looks of disgust, some hid it well though most showed there feelings clear as day. These people were once her friends, her best friends, friends which she joked and messed around with always the clown. Now there was disgust at what she had become.
Quickly she passed through the gaggle of models as the silence grew, stepping around them most barely coming up to her navel. "Excuse me, sorry! Thank you" she repeated sincerely passing through, each step measured to not cause any damage, she had reached the other side of the room, and began to pass through into her own changing room, "Traitor, bitch" she couldn't make out from the voice but she knew it might as well have been all of them, she paused for a second, she knew she could walk back there and literally crush them all, but these were her friends, with her back turned tears rolled down her eyes, crouching through the door she closed it behind her.
The dressing room was large and spacious with custom sized furniture courteous of Keira Knightley's billions no doubt, she had promised her as much when they had met faced to face, a new life for her new body, sure she loved her new body but it had cost her, her friends. Sitting down on the large reinforced chair which let of an immense groan she carefully wiped the tears from her eyes. Even still it was good to be back to work after so long training and bulking, staring at her figure she had wondered if this new world was worth it, divisions had already begun to appear, some women treated as second class citizens and government legislation trying to be rushed through to limit the sale of myostatin inhibitors. Normal people were scared of the growing numbers of women at this size. looking on the table surface, there was a bowl of inhibitors and growth hormones, with out thinking she took a handful and quickly downed some, licking her lips and rubbing her bicep muscle in anticipation.
Mike had somehow crept in, her regular makeup artist in his hands he held a step ladder, quickly unfolding it "How are we today gorgeous?" She could always count on him to be sincere. "Feeling pretty low today, about, you know... Me" Cara voiced meekly, Mike stepped up the ladder his kit in hand beginning to touch up the imperfections in her skin, though his roll was limited as her overall skin quality had improved dramatically over the months she had been bulking. "You know Car, a lot of the girls are fearing what you've become, but there jealous seething.... A lot say your freaks, but I know for a fact half the girls I speak to one on one want what you've got, Rosie H wants to be Like you more than anything, its all she talks about, she wants to talk to you but she's afraid you aren't you anymore" He intoned nonchalantly applying mascara.
Cara's smile broadened as she listened intently, maybe she wasn't as alone now as she thought, maybe the barbed words were just a small minority. Standing tall and proud she did a double bicep flex with a quick grin, Mike barely came up to her abs, he looked on with a cocked smile "Your first dress is hung up just behind you, well I'm certainly jealous! damn princess you look stunning! Go knock em dead!" With a playful pat on her bum he strolled of to the next girl.
Cara's dress was beyond stunning, her thick muscular hands traced over the fabric, it was beautiful. With the giddiness of a school girl she tore of the clothing she came in. Quickly she admired her huge muscular frame, posing like a pro, pulling funny faces for her amusement her thick bull like neck Puffing out, she growled, huge thighs twitching. "I am one fucking sexy beast!" Cara laughed sticking her tongue out. Taking the silky dress she quickly and carefully begun to pull it over her frame, it was truly form fitting, as the dress reached her hips she watched in the mirror as she seductively let the fabric bounce of her large hips "badom shh!" She added for a effect for a laugh.
"2 minutes Cara!" a stage hand shouted, "COMING!" she bellowed perhaps louder than she had hoped, carefully and still giggling at the power of her voice she placed her hands over her mouth "whoops... coming!" She looked over once at the bowl of pills, slyly looking at the door she downed the whole bowl patting her muscular cobblestone abs. Quickly she adjusted the dress and headed out to the staging area, she begun to mentally prep, getting that trance like cool over her once again. Cara could her the constant shutters of cameras and murmurs louder this time, her whole body begun to ache, greater than it ever had before. "Oh Fuck.." she whispered to herself. "You'll do great Cara, I know you will" looking down near her was a smiling Rosie Huntington-Whiteley who had just come back from the stage, she smiled trying not to cry to smear her makeup, before crouching down to give her a quick hug gentle hug, her ginormous form enveloping her. "Get out there, your up!" she laughed.
Cara began to walk out on stage as she had 100 times before, the crowd fell silent, all eyes were on her now, time went to a stand still. Out of the corners of her eyes she could see the crowds on both sides were judging her with there eyes, disgusted expressions on some. However facing the catwalk entrance the 'statins' sat huge muscular women taking up large portions of space, intent to see the first real 'super' model take up there banner evidently. She could see Keira at the back, like the queen presiding over her court, she was truly gargantuan. walking forward each step shook even the reinforced stage, confidently she made it to the other end, turning around she could see that her steps had splintered even the reinforced stage, she did a sly smile for a split second before stomping back the way she came, each step she could feel all the inhibitors and hormones she had ingested getting to work, her muscle fibre's getting denser and thicker, each step doing more and more damage to the stage crunching and tearing and rending it to pieces till she got to the end doing a quick pivot to survey what she had wrought. Camera shutters started going berserk in a flutter of flashes, the norms looked on in disgust and horror, the statin's burst into cheers and applause. "Now that's how you leave a fucking impression!" she laughed.
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Again a lot of blending going on in this continuation of New Dawn.
Story as usual is written by my friend, who also pushed me to make Cara even bigger then I originally had done.
----
Some other new dawn pieces:
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